wickedlady31
Professional Bitch
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IT seems to be a popular subject here. I conjured up my own tale...
I hadn’t seen my uncle Jim since I was five. He moved away to Arizona because his wife got a new job there. He was close to my dad, as close as brothers could be, and called often. I was surprised to hear he planned on coming to my graduation party. I was a little excited. He, of my four uncles, was my favorite. He had these old blue eyes that made me think he knew it all. Ayden Quinn eyes. He always spent time with me giving me all of the attention a little girl could ask for. He would play the monster game, chasing me around the house growling like a wolf, once he’d catch me he would unleash ‘the hand of fury” to tickle me from head to toe. He also always had me sitting on his lap. I don’t know why he never had kids; he was always so good with them.
Mom and dad went all out for my graduation party. They hired a caterer and a band. My whole senior class came. With each guest that arrived, I perked up looking for Uncle Jim. I would be disappointed each time to learn it was just a friend, or friend of the family. I was talking to Emily about college; we were planning on attending the same college to study law. Get us together and we could argue that the sky is in fact, not blue. We were both on the debate team, it is ironic we were friends.
While talking, I was involved in a heated discussion about politics and commercialism when Emily’s eyes shifted from mine to over my shoulder. She looked entranced.
“Wow, who is that,” she asked as she pointed.
I turned and saw it was him.
“Uncle Jim,” I exclaimed as I ran to him with my arms wide open.
His arms wrapped tightly around my waist and he lifted me off the ground and twirled me when I hugged him. He planted a kiss on my cheek then stepped back.
“My little Becky? This can’t be. You are all grown up,” his smile faded as he scanned my stature. His eyes were just as beautiful as I remembered and he looked handsome. I felt myself redden as he looked me up and down.
“I am speechless Beck, can’t believe you graduated from high school,” he hugged me again.
“Does Dad know you’re here,” I asked as I grabbed his hand and led him to the pavilion where my dad was.
“Nope,” he jogged behind me to catch up.
My dad and he hugged and Uncle Jim commented on how beautiful I was. He kept staring at me, making me feel strangely pleased. I walked back over to my friend Becky, feeling my uncle’s eyes on me.
“Wow what a hunk,” Emily said as she sipped her punch.
“Yeah, he’s always been cute,” I said.
The party carried on for hours. I socialized with my entire class, making my rounds and thanking them for coming. The band was good, food was wonderful, and everyone seemed pleased. I was talking to Robert, my gay friend from child hood. He grew up a few blocks away and we were always quite close. I was hugging him as he was going to Florida, when I felt a hand on the small of my back.
“Oh, Hi Uncle Jim. This is Robert…”
“Ah yes, little Robbie,” he said as he shook Roberts hand.
“Good to see you Uncle Jim,” Robert said. “I will see you before I leave Beck.”
“Okay Robert, take care,” I kissed his cheek.
After Robert left, I looked at my Uncle whom smiled but seemed indifferent.
“Boyfriend,” he inquired as he sipped his drink.
“You could say that, “I teasingly smiled. “He is a boy, and a friend, but he is gay.”
A smile formed on my uncle’s lips. “You brat,” he said as he put his drink down and grabbed my waist.
“Come dance with me,” he said. “I asked them to play a special song for you.”
“Awe, you are so sweet,” I said as I placed my hands on his broad shoulders.
Eric Clapton’s song, “Darlin you look wonderful tonight,” played.
I lipped ‘thank you’ to my uncle and put my head on his shoulder.
“You have grown up to be a beautiful young woman Beck. Really,” his hands held me tight against his body. I felt a warm wave ripple over my abdomen, that of arousal. This set me back a bit, confused by what I was feeling.
“I’m glad you could make it,” I said as I looked up into his eyes.
A lock of his dark hair fell over his brow, with a slight curl at the end. Though he had aged, he was still a very handsome man.
“Any girlfriends,” I asked feeling a little uneasy.
“They come and go. Seems that nice guys simply don’t get nice girls,” he said as he bent forward and put his lips to my forehead. They felt wonderful on my face, soft and loving.
His hands cupped my face and he stared into my eyes. I know there were people around but we were alone somehow, frozen in our moment in time. His lips came down and brushed gently against mine. Instinctively, I kissed back, forgetting who he was.
“Oh my God,” he said as he pushed away from me. “I am terribly sorry Beck, I am so sorry,” he said as he walked away.
I felt abandoned.
The party ended at midnight. The last of my guests parted ways with hugs and goodbye’s. I decided to start picking up while my parents visited with Uncle Jim. My mind couldn’t shake what happened earlier. I liked it. Did that make me sick? Nothing seemed wrong, it felt right. I was bent over, picking up garbage when I felt hands on my hips.
“Hi,” I said to Uncle Jim.
“Look Beck, I want to apologize for what happened…”
My lips reached for his as he was talking, but his hands gripped my arms and held me away.
My eyes searched his for compassion. He looked at me with frustration, desire, and guilt. Instead of kissing him, I hugged him. He held me tight against his body; I felt that wave of arousal well up again. He sat down on a lawn chair and pulled me down onto his lap, like he used to when I was 6.
“Do you understand why this is all so difficult Becky,” He asked as I leaned my shoulder into his and put my arm around the back of the chair looking down at him.
I nodded.
His eyes were at the level of my breasts and he couldn’t help but look at them as he tried to focus on my face.
“I don’t understand it myself,” I said. “I don’t know what to do, or to say,” I explained. “Something just feels, “There was a good pause, “Different...”
As I stated the last word, I felt something firm poking against my buttock. I tried to ignore it but couldn’t. I knew what it was. Looking down at him, I wiggled my butt around on his lap, feeling him grow even more firm.
Instead of feeling wrong and ashamed, Uncle Jim placed his lips on my breast, through my cloth he sucked. My arm pulled his face against my bosom as I felt my nipple stiffen at his touch. His hand reached for my other breast, softly squeezing it as I moved my rear in circular motions on his firm mound.
My face was flushed and I was groaning softly when the voice of my Dad called out from the patio, “You guys gonna stay out here all night?”
I stood up and gained composure, not sure if my dad saw anything, almost certain he saw nothing.
“Well, just picking up some is all,” Uncle Jim said as he adjusted himself and stood up.
“Josie and I are hitting the hay. We are whooped from this party. Too old, can’t handle this action,” Dad said as he pinched at the small of his back.
“Okay,” Uncle Jim said, still trying to hide his boner.
I ran over to my dad and gave him hugs and kisses. “Love you daddy.”
Words were not spoken. I grabbed my Uncle Jim’s hand and led him to the pool house. The moonlight reflected off the water, giving a shimmering light effect in the pool house. He looked magnificent in this lighting. I stood by lounge chair and pulled him close.
Our lips locked like hungry lovers on their honey moon. Our breathing was rigid and hard and our tongues met. I had never kissed someone and felt the fire in my womb that I was feeling at this very moment. Uncle Jim’s hands reached behind me and unzipped my dress, pulling it down off my arms and then cupping my breasts. His hand son my breasts aroused me even more, nipples stood firm and he brushed his thumb over them sending shock waves to my spine and womb.
His lips explored the nape of my neck, collar bone; he tugged my bra straps down and pulled my fleshy breasts from the bra bringing each one to his mouth. His lips wrapped tightly around my nipples, the hot air escaped his nostrils and brushed my flesh as he hungrily suckled my bosom. My eyes were closed, hands on his head, I groaned and felt my juices wet my panties. I felt a knot in my throat, a knot of desire, choking off my loud groans as he pressed his firmness into my groin while devouring my breasts with his hungry mouth.
“Ohhhh,” I groaned. It all felt very right.
“Lay down,” he said out of breath.
I lay down on the shay’s lounge chair, spreading my legs instinctively. Uncle Jim took off his shirt. He had a little tuft of salt and pepper hair between his breasts and a firm chest. He fumbled with his belt and pants, pulling them down with his underwear. His cock stood firmly and wiggled as he pulled his legs form his pants. It pressed against his belly as he took his socks off. I was so wet, so filled with desire it hurt.
He got on his knees and took my mouth in his, my breasts, my belly. He lifted my skirt up and tugged at my panties. I lifted my buttocks as he tugged them down. Once they were off, he sniffed them, growled and tossed them aside.
“Take me,” I said. I don’t know where that came from, it was not my voice, and it couldn’t have been.
His mouth went right for my mound; his tongue parted my lips as it searched for my hardened clit. I groaned loudly as he flicked at my clit with his tongue and slid two fingers into me. He hooked them up and wiggled them in a ‘come hither’ motion. The ache was very intense, painful and erotic. His mouth sucked at my clit and lips, flicking my clit with his tongue and wiggling his fingers faster, I felt my release crash in like a large wave controlled by the mysterious moon.
“Oh GOD,” I cried out as my muscles clamped down on his fingers, juices leaking out and spilling onto the cushion.
“Yes baby,” he said in a growl. “Come for me, that’s it.”
I kept groaning and moaning as my muscles spasmed on his still fingers inside of me. I wiggled my hips from side to side until the throbbing stopped.
I was out of breath and my cheeks felt hot.
“I must have you,” he said as he mounted me, gliding his cock into my aching wet pussy. He split me pussy open as he glided in smoothly. He let out his own cry of relief as he was nestled in my womb.
“Oh God you feel so good,” he said as he slowly worked a rhythm, in and out.
I felt the ache well again, his cock moved in and out smooth and gentle. He began moving faster, harder, with each thrust he went deeper, hitting a spot I was unaware of. IT sent shocks to my back and made my leg twitch yet felt marvelous.
“Oh GOOOOD,” I said as he pumped quickly and forcefully inside of me.
“You close baby,” he asked in a husky growl, his blue eyes piercing into mine.
I nodded.
He pulled out leaving me confused at first. He held the base of his cock and smacked it against my mons pubis. He pushed the wet head of his cock against my clit and wiggled it in circles.
“Ohhhh,” I said as I closed my eyes. “ Oh God, I am going to cum,” I cried.
He shoved his cock back into my aching and on the verge of pulsing pussy. He thrust wildly into me, coaxing me to cum on his cock.
“Come on baby, cum for me, cum…” he grunted as he thrusted.
My pussy clamped down and released, forcing me to cry out loudly in a very intense orgasm.
“Yes, baby,” he said with each thrust. “Yes, Yes, Yes, You are making me cum,” he said with sweat dripping from his face to my chest.
Still crying out from my intense orgasm that was finally subsiding I felt his cock grow a little wider and longer inside of me before he let out his own cry of ecstasy.
“Yes, Oh GOD, Yes!”
His cock throbbed inside of me, filling me with his cream. When his orgasm passed, he looked down into my and kissed me.
No one ever knew of our affair. It only happened the one time. I think he felt guilty about it as we are family. I miss him and reflect often on our intimate moment.
I hadn’t seen my uncle Jim since I was five. He moved away to Arizona because his wife got a new job there. He was close to my dad, as close as brothers could be, and called often. I was surprised to hear he planned on coming to my graduation party. I was a little excited. He, of my four uncles, was my favorite. He had these old blue eyes that made me think he knew it all. Ayden Quinn eyes. He always spent time with me giving me all of the attention a little girl could ask for. He would play the monster game, chasing me around the house growling like a wolf, once he’d catch me he would unleash ‘the hand of fury” to tickle me from head to toe. He also always had me sitting on his lap. I don’t know why he never had kids; he was always so good with them.
Mom and dad went all out for my graduation party. They hired a caterer and a band. My whole senior class came. With each guest that arrived, I perked up looking for Uncle Jim. I would be disappointed each time to learn it was just a friend, or friend of the family. I was talking to Emily about college; we were planning on attending the same college to study law. Get us together and we could argue that the sky is in fact, not blue. We were both on the debate team, it is ironic we were friends.
While talking, I was involved in a heated discussion about politics and commercialism when Emily’s eyes shifted from mine to over my shoulder. She looked entranced.
“Wow, who is that,” she asked as she pointed.
I turned and saw it was him.
“Uncle Jim,” I exclaimed as I ran to him with my arms wide open.
His arms wrapped tightly around my waist and he lifted me off the ground and twirled me when I hugged him. He planted a kiss on my cheek then stepped back.
“My little Becky? This can’t be. You are all grown up,” his smile faded as he scanned my stature. His eyes were just as beautiful as I remembered and he looked handsome. I felt myself redden as he looked me up and down.
“I am speechless Beck, can’t believe you graduated from high school,” he hugged me again.
“Does Dad know you’re here,” I asked as I grabbed his hand and led him to the pavilion where my dad was.
“Nope,” he jogged behind me to catch up.
My dad and he hugged and Uncle Jim commented on how beautiful I was. He kept staring at me, making me feel strangely pleased. I walked back over to my friend Becky, feeling my uncle’s eyes on me.
“Wow what a hunk,” Emily said as she sipped her punch.
“Yeah, he’s always been cute,” I said.
The party carried on for hours. I socialized with my entire class, making my rounds and thanking them for coming. The band was good, food was wonderful, and everyone seemed pleased. I was talking to Robert, my gay friend from child hood. He grew up a few blocks away and we were always quite close. I was hugging him as he was going to Florida, when I felt a hand on the small of my back.
“Oh, Hi Uncle Jim. This is Robert…”
“Ah yes, little Robbie,” he said as he shook Roberts hand.
“Good to see you Uncle Jim,” Robert said. “I will see you before I leave Beck.”
“Okay Robert, take care,” I kissed his cheek.
After Robert left, I looked at my Uncle whom smiled but seemed indifferent.
“Boyfriend,” he inquired as he sipped his drink.
“You could say that, “I teasingly smiled. “He is a boy, and a friend, but he is gay.”
A smile formed on my uncle’s lips. “You brat,” he said as he put his drink down and grabbed my waist.
“Come dance with me,” he said. “I asked them to play a special song for you.”
“Awe, you are so sweet,” I said as I placed my hands on his broad shoulders.
Eric Clapton’s song, “Darlin you look wonderful tonight,” played.
I lipped ‘thank you’ to my uncle and put my head on his shoulder.
“You have grown up to be a beautiful young woman Beck. Really,” his hands held me tight against his body. I felt a warm wave ripple over my abdomen, that of arousal. This set me back a bit, confused by what I was feeling.
“I’m glad you could make it,” I said as I looked up into his eyes.
A lock of his dark hair fell over his brow, with a slight curl at the end. Though he had aged, he was still a very handsome man.
“Any girlfriends,” I asked feeling a little uneasy.
“They come and go. Seems that nice guys simply don’t get nice girls,” he said as he bent forward and put his lips to my forehead. They felt wonderful on my face, soft and loving.
His hands cupped my face and he stared into my eyes. I know there were people around but we were alone somehow, frozen in our moment in time. His lips came down and brushed gently against mine. Instinctively, I kissed back, forgetting who he was.
“Oh my God,” he said as he pushed away from me. “I am terribly sorry Beck, I am so sorry,” he said as he walked away.
I felt abandoned.
The party ended at midnight. The last of my guests parted ways with hugs and goodbye’s. I decided to start picking up while my parents visited with Uncle Jim. My mind couldn’t shake what happened earlier. I liked it. Did that make me sick? Nothing seemed wrong, it felt right. I was bent over, picking up garbage when I felt hands on my hips.
“Hi,” I said to Uncle Jim.
“Look Beck, I want to apologize for what happened…”
My lips reached for his as he was talking, but his hands gripped my arms and held me away.
My eyes searched his for compassion. He looked at me with frustration, desire, and guilt. Instead of kissing him, I hugged him. He held me tight against his body; I felt that wave of arousal well up again. He sat down on a lawn chair and pulled me down onto his lap, like he used to when I was 6.
“Do you understand why this is all so difficult Becky,” He asked as I leaned my shoulder into his and put my arm around the back of the chair looking down at him.
I nodded.
His eyes were at the level of my breasts and he couldn’t help but look at them as he tried to focus on my face.
“I don’t understand it myself,” I said. “I don’t know what to do, or to say,” I explained. “Something just feels, “There was a good pause, “Different...”
As I stated the last word, I felt something firm poking against my buttock. I tried to ignore it but couldn’t. I knew what it was. Looking down at him, I wiggled my butt around on his lap, feeling him grow even more firm.
Instead of feeling wrong and ashamed, Uncle Jim placed his lips on my breast, through my cloth he sucked. My arm pulled his face against my bosom as I felt my nipple stiffen at his touch. His hand reached for my other breast, softly squeezing it as I moved my rear in circular motions on his firm mound.
My face was flushed and I was groaning softly when the voice of my Dad called out from the patio, “You guys gonna stay out here all night?”
I stood up and gained composure, not sure if my dad saw anything, almost certain he saw nothing.
“Well, just picking up some is all,” Uncle Jim said as he adjusted himself and stood up.
“Josie and I are hitting the hay. We are whooped from this party. Too old, can’t handle this action,” Dad said as he pinched at the small of his back.
“Okay,” Uncle Jim said, still trying to hide his boner.
I ran over to my dad and gave him hugs and kisses. “Love you daddy.”
Words were not spoken. I grabbed my Uncle Jim’s hand and led him to the pool house. The moonlight reflected off the water, giving a shimmering light effect in the pool house. He looked magnificent in this lighting. I stood by lounge chair and pulled him close.
Our lips locked like hungry lovers on their honey moon. Our breathing was rigid and hard and our tongues met. I had never kissed someone and felt the fire in my womb that I was feeling at this very moment. Uncle Jim’s hands reached behind me and unzipped my dress, pulling it down off my arms and then cupping my breasts. His hand son my breasts aroused me even more, nipples stood firm and he brushed his thumb over them sending shock waves to my spine and womb.
His lips explored the nape of my neck, collar bone; he tugged my bra straps down and pulled my fleshy breasts from the bra bringing each one to his mouth. His lips wrapped tightly around my nipples, the hot air escaped his nostrils and brushed my flesh as he hungrily suckled my bosom. My eyes were closed, hands on his head, I groaned and felt my juices wet my panties. I felt a knot in my throat, a knot of desire, choking off my loud groans as he pressed his firmness into my groin while devouring my breasts with his hungry mouth.
“Ohhhh,” I groaned. It all felt very right.
“Lay down,” he said out of breath.
I lay down on the shay’s lounge chair, spreading my legs instinctively. Uncle Jim took off his shirt. He had a little tuft of salt and pepper hair between his breasts and a firm chest. He fumbled with his belt and pants, pulling them down with his underwear. His cock stood firmly and wiggled as he pulled his legs form his pants. It pressed against his belly as he took his socks off. I was so wet, so filled with desire it hurt.
He got on his knees and took my mouth in his, my breasts, my belly. He lifted my skirt up and tugged at my panties. I lifted my buttocks as he tugged them down. Once they were off, he sniffed them, growled and tossed them aside.
“Take me,” I said. I don’t know where that came from, it was not my voice, and it couldn’t have been.
His mouth went right for my mound; his tongue parted my lips as it searched for my hardened clit. I groaned loudly as he flicked at my clit with his tongue and slid two fingers into me. He hooked them up and wiggled them in a ‘come hither’ motion. The ache was very intense, painful and erotic. His mouth sucked at my clit and lips, flicking my clit with his tongue and wiggling his fingers faster, I felt my release crash in like a large wave controlled by the mysterious moon.
“Oh GOD,” I cried out as my muscles clamped down on his fingers, juices leaking out and spilling onto the cushion.
“Yes baby,” he said in a growl. “Come for me, that’s it.”
I kept groaning and moaning as my muscles spasmed on his still fingers inside of me. I wiggled my hips from side to side until the throbbing stopped.
I was out of breath and my cheeks felt hot.
“I must have you,” he said as he mounted me, gliding his cock into my aching wet pussy. He split me pussy open as he glided in smoothly. He let out his own cry of relief as he was nestled in my womb.
“Oh God you feel so good,” he said as he slowly worked a rhythm, in and out.
I felt the ache well again, his cock moved in and out smooth and gentle. He began moving faster, harder, with each thrust he went deeper, hitting a spot I was unaware of. IT sent shocks to my back and made my leg twitch yet felt marvelous.
“Oh GOOOOD,” I said as he pumped quickly and forcefully inside of me.
“You close baby,” he asked in a husky growl, his blue eyes piercing into mine.
I nodded.
He pulled out leaving me confused at first. He held the base of his cock and smacked it against my mons pubis. He pushed the wet head of his cock against my clit and wiggled it in circles.
“Ohhhh,” I said as I closed my eyes. “ Oh God, I am going to cum,” I cried.
He shoved his cock back into my aching and on the verge of pulsing pussy. He thrust wildly into me, coaxing me to cum on his cock.
“Come on baby, cum for me, cum…” he grunted as he thrusted.
My pussy clamped down and released, forcing me to cry out loudly in a very intense orgasm.
“Yes, baby,” he said with each thrust. “Yes, Yes, Yes, You are making me cum,” he said with sweat dripping from his face to my chest.
Still crying out from my intense orgasm that was finally subsiding I felt his cock grow a little wider and longer inside of me before he let out his own cry of ecstasy.
“Yes, Oh GOD, Yes!”
His cock throbbed inside of me, filling me with his cream. When his orgasm passed, he looked down into my and kissed me.
No one ever knew of our affair. It only happened the one time. I think he felt guilty about it as we are family. I miss him and reflect often on our intimate moment.
